I really didn't seduce him

Chapter 12 Trap

There was deafening metal rock music in the earphones, and the drums were so loud that Fang Yanwei froze in place.

Lu Zhi tapped the earphone in his left ear with his index finger, and the voice beside Fang Yanwei's ear changed to "The price of the shirt is nine pounds and fifteen pence", followed by an English listening session.

He immediately felt tenth level unlucky, took off the earphones and returned them to Lu Zhi.

It happened that the director who was inspecting the evening self-study was passing through, Fang Yanwei quickly turned back.

"Brother Fang's hands are so fucking nimble." After the director passed by, He Suisui continued to chat with the front row, "Who would have thought that the hands that press people down on the ground can also pluck the strings? How attractive .”

"'Lightly gather, slowly twist, wipe and pick again', I finally learned this phrase." He Suisui said.

It is relatively rare for boys to play the pipa, and they are all boys with gentle temperament.

Fang Yanwei, who is so flamboyant, picks up the piano, but it is another kind of beauty.

Fang Yanwei laughed when he heard He Suisui's rambling, lowered his head and poked his fingertips.

I haven't touched the piano for a long time, and after I plucked the strings a few times, I got a small blister on my finger, which was quite painful.

But he doesn't have a Band-Aid on him.

They chatted vigorously in the front row, and the voices were not too low. Even Xu Zhengyi stopped writing to listen to a few words in the corner. Only Lu Zhi stared at the Chinese test paper under his pen seriously, answering each question.

"Xueba, look." A hand spread out in front of Lu Zhi.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Zhi didn't look up, as if he was already used to disturbing him.

"My hand is injured, and I'm still very tired." Fang Yanwei said, "It's all for playing the piano for you, please give me a smile, I forgive you."

The pen in Lu Jie's hand was taken away, he raised his eyes, and saw a crimson glow on the thin white fingertips of the person in front of him, inexplicably reminiscent of the impatient red clouds in the sky when the mist of the morning sun is about to dissipate.

He opened the pencil case, drew a pen again, and continued to write the test paper.

How indifferent.

This person seems to have his own world, and what other people say can't reach his ears.

Fang Yanwei sighed with feigned regret, and tapped the orange juice on the table: "Lu Shen, don't you drink orange juice, I didn't poison you."

His school uniform was only draped over his body, and the collar of his short-sleeved shirt was opened because of his forward movement, and it was pressed a little low, showing the outline of his collarbone.

Lu held the pen in his hand and tapped on the back of his hand, and he let out an exaggerated ouch, and turned his head away.

"Hey, Lu Zhi." The Chinese teacher knocked on the window and opened it, "Give me the composition with full marks in the monthly exam last time, and I will go to class seven to give a model essay.

Lu Zhi nodded, and took out the neatly folded test papers from his schoolbag and handed them over.

The Chinese teacher stared at the general Chinese test paper he had written, as if he had discovered something interesting, smiled, reached out and clicked on his test paper.

Lu Zhi: "..."

Fill in the blanks with ancient poems.

The boundless falling wood rustled, and in the last sentence, he took over the first six years as the queen of neon clothes.

Lu Zhi erased the wrong lines and rewrote the correct ones.

He unzipped the schoolbag, and in the innermost pocket were gauze and band-aids.

Preparing these is a habit he developed a long time ago. He used it often at the beginning, but he didn't need it later, but he always carried it habitually.

He looked down at the production date on the band-aid box, took two or three, and put them in the pencil case.

Ten minutes later, Fang Yanwei, who had drawn the auxiliary line, turned back to look for a ruler, and consciously opened Lu Zhi's pencil case, and found some band-aids, heyed, picked one up, and waved it in front of Lu Zhi Akira, take it away.

The boys and girls in the front row were still whispering to each other, the dialogue was extremely low in nutrition and extremely high in content.

Somehow, the topic turned to a colorful direction.

"...Do you know why pornography is coded?" He Suisui said mysteriously, "Because coding makes people want to watch it more."

Fang Yanwei sneered, disapprovingly: "Really?"

He is not interested.

He pressed the physics test paper that Lu Zhi gave him under his palm, and when he was extremely bored, he answered two more questions randomly.

He was thinking about the smile that flashed across Lu Zhi's face when he was in the office in the afternoon. As soon as the bell rang, he put on his schoolbag and turned to look for Lu Zhi.

The orange juice he bought for three yuan and five dollars was still the same, motionless.

"Then give it back to me Xueba." Fang Yanwei said, "I'm thirsty."

Lu Zhi: "."

The second bedroom of Lu Zhi's house was finally tidied up. That night, Fang Yanwei was driven to the next room with the quilt on.

The new bed is much softer than Lu Zhi's bed, and there is no old-fashioned sandalwood fragrance in the room. The light blue home decoration makes the atmosphere much warmer.

Fang Yanwei is still a little unaccustomed to the lack of a lamp in front of the desk and a person writing hard.

For some reason, he always felt that on the way back tonight, Lu Zhi seemed not very happy.

This strategy is not easy to use, Lu Zhi didn't give him a good face.

The phone next to the pillow vibrated, and there was a new message.

[Lu Zhi]: [a video].

If you can't forget it, there must be an echo. Did the nerd care about him?

Fang Yanwei lay on the bed, and said in a good mood——

It's a mosaic.

Fang Yanwei: "?"

What's this?

He couldn't help but think of what He Sui Sui Sui said during his self-study, coding things can always arouse people's curiosity.

A 45-minute video, still coded?

He was really curious.

[Box A]: @好心人, will the video be coded?

[Well-intentioned person]: You have to look at the video properties, many of them don't work, send the source file to have a look.

[Block A]: [Forward file]

[Good-hearted person]: This job is capable. 20 bucks.

so expensive?

But Mosaic is worth it.

Fang Yanwei gave it in distress.

Two or 10 minutes later, the kind-hearted people in the group who are engaged in technology sent him the high-definition video.

[Good-hearted person]: The taste is quite unique, and this version is indeed very detailed.

How unique is it?

Fang Yanwei's ears felt slightly hot, and he was not sure where to start the video——

"Intensive lectures on physics practice papers for high school students"

Fang Yanwei: "..."

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Fang Fox: My hands are so tired.

Lu Zhi: Well, I will be more tired in the future.